Monaco

On Friday June 22, we began our journey from Barcelona to Nice. If you are intending to listen to a good story, this is not one of those. We arrived at the station at 8 am and hauled our luggage onto the first of three trains. After 6 hours and the first two trains completed, the third was delayed. We filled our time at the station roaming around, grabbing a bite to eat, and preparing for our final departure. As we went to board the train, we were informed that we needed a ticket reservation which we were unaware of since the ticket man in Barcelona said that we did not need them for this train. We jumped on the train with the manager and he allowed us to buy tickets on the train. Of course he did not mention the cost until after we were on the train. He tried to sell them to us for 15 €uro each and then claimed he had made an error and the actual cost is 20€ each! I started crying and he made us a deal for 10€ each. After that catastrophe, the train ride only got worse. Our attempt at finding open seats resulted in a failure as one woman yelled at us in French and then in English telling us that the train was completely booked, we were in her seats, and we should have reserved them in advance. Again, I started to cry since she humiliated us on the train, I had slept 2 hours in 2 days, and the train we were on had no seats and no AC. You would think that after this disaster we would catch a break. But no, instead someone decided to jump in front of the train, which is apparently common in Europe. This suicidal attempt caused the train to be stopped for two hours resulting in an 8 hour train ride. The one good part of the train ride was meeting an older English couple from Sari who felt so bad for us they bought us a “goody bag” of beer and Pringles. It was the kindest gesture we had received that whole day.

In the end, we arrived in Nice at 10 pm Friday night resulting in 12 hours of travel time. It was the longest and worst day I had experienced in a while and I wanted nothing more than to sleep. Fortunately, our hostel in Nice upgraded us to a two person suite with our own bathroom. It was the best way to end our horrific day. That night I slept better than any other night.

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About Kellen McAvoy

I’m a craft brew loving, fitness fanatic eating my way through America’s Finest City. On any given day you can find me running (literally) around San Diego as I train for my first FULL MARATHON this October! I’m a 3x Half Marathoner, Bikini Body Guide finisher, and lover of all workouts related to Spinning, Body Pump, Pilates, and more recently Yoga. I am a firm believer and advocate for living a healthy, balanced lifestyle and strive to portray that through my blog.
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